Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

"..."

The scene was very embarrassing.

After a long while, Moses explained: "This requires complicated procedures. You are above the age limit, and in general, there is a requirement to live together for at least two years."

The rest of his remarks didn't come out because Dick was staring at him with folded arms.

"Of course, there is still room for resolution."

"Batman has a way, doesn't he?" Nightwing said, "so why?"

"Why do you think you have such an idea?"

The man with a still young face but a mature demeanor thought for a moment, and said in a tactful and flat tone: "First of all, I don't want to stop you or accuse you, Dick. You chose to walk on a difficult road without help , and have done well so far.”

He paused and hesitated for a while, and continued with the vague emotion in his heart, "I may not be better than you."

Bruce is a little more chatty than when he put on the Batman mask.And he could use the past tense, which Dick thought was a topic that would never be brought up.

A person's experience cannot be hidden in the fog forever.But Dick found that he couldn't even imagine this, as if Batman was omnipotent from the beginning-the tragedy of the Graysons made Nightwing, so what made Batman?

The president of the Wayne Group is familiar with the rules of the upper class, and the game world shines brightly, while Batman is proficient in various fighting skills, always lurking in the shadows and dancing with prisoners, they seem almost irrelevant.Hell can produce lunatics, but what kind of soil can produce heroes?

At this moment, the doubts in Ye Yi's heart were the same as Alfred's.

"Do you think it's possible that Batman already knew the kid?"

In the dead of night half a day ago, Mr. Steward said, "Although we haven't known each other for a long time, he has never been an indecisive person. Maybe I have to say this is the master... I don't know whether it is one of the advantages or disadvantages, and he is quite afraid of it." Give trust."

The old man who had also set foot on the battlefield shook his head, unwilling to think about what kind of experience formed his character, and continued to the young man who was still ignorant, "But I will never ignore it, he trusts you and me like a family member .He's also trying to take care of the kid you guys met today, though not so well."

"Maybe he's just willing to do his duty," Dick said.But he quickly remembered the peaceful conversation he had with Bruce in the Batmobile, and the ease and familiarity that might have been one-sided at the time.

"Maybe," said Alfred, "but I'd rather live up to either possibility. How do you feel about being adopted by the Waynes?"

His tone was so natural that it took Dick two seconds to react before pointing to his nose and saying, "Me?"

Perhaps it was his micro-expression that gave away the clues at that moment, and the Mr. Butler, who saw the subtle knowledge, smiled easily: "It seems that I don't have to worry about getting along with you. Maybe the Wayne family will welcome new members soon."

"But it's impossible, Batman won't say yes."

"He will invite you. I don't bet against minors, Mr. Ye Yi, but please accept the advice of an experienced old man and consider this matter properly."

Dick recovered from the memories before going to bed, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "Bruce, I..."

Moses was continuing what he had just said: "But sometimes, you can do less than you think, and you need to do more."

"Bruce," Dick said, "I know what you mean. You can't let Batman approach a high school student in a neighboring city. Only Wayne has the opportunity to help me, guide me, or fund me in a fair way."

"This is not a handout," the elder pointed out.

"I know." Dick blinked his eyes, they didn't know why they were a little sour, he tried his best to suppress the sudden surge of emotions, "I didn't say I wasn't happy, on the contrary I was very happy, but you can't use 'whatever can do more work' ' and stuff like that, why me? Why not someone else?"

"...I thought it was you who took the initiative to get in the Batmobile."

"Okay, you know we're not talking about the same thing!"

Moses could not help but adjust his posture.How to properly talk to teenagers is simply an eternal headache for every adult who claims to be mature.

"Because—for reasons you don't understand now."

Batman who wants to come to other worlds should never encounter this kind of trouble. After all, as far as Moses knows, those worlds have Wayne's family from the beginning, so Bruce Wayne's childhood experience is probably well known.Perhaps because of the fusion of souls, even though he still has no memory, he can still give the answer based on his feelings: everyone was miserable in the past, so Batman has sympathy.

But forgive the adult's self-esteem, he really doesn't want to say the words directly, and then provoke a bunch of cross-examination about 'time, person, place'.

Even if he knew Dick had good intentions.

"Because I know how hard it is." Finally he said dryly, "I can't just watch."

They stared at each other in the silent hall.

Until Alfred came back and broke the silence nonchalantly: "Aren't you going to investigate the smuggler? Or are you going to Wayne Group today? Lucius will be moved."

Moses came back to his senses, and got down to business again to occupy the high ground of thinking: "No, I'm going to the Batcave, and there are still many things to do."

"Me too," said Dick savagely. "We've got to fight sometime, Bruce, and you said you'd tell me."

Young man, you have courage.

Moses recalled Nightwing's actions, and while evaluating the teaching plan, he said: "Don't take the time, just do it now."

Half an hour later, after the warm-up exercise, Batman sat back in front of the computer unwaveringly, leaving Dick alone to hammer the floor in anger, with the former's physical teachings still echoing in his mind.

Anger is one of the driving forces of human progress, and Moses has no pangs of conscience about it.

It took him a while to recover the seal he got from the gang leader, and he fell into thought about the Hydra information he had searched.This is an armed organization that once belonged to Nazi Germany in World War II. It has a long history and its origin is temporarily unknown.For quite a long time, people thought that they had successfully destroyed this evil group. However, it was obvious that it was just wishful thinking of decent people, and Hydra's tentacles spread far more corners than imagined.

This made Moses think of the German smuggler mentioned by the Gotham Police Department today.The other party was basically active in Star City, and only recently tried to extend their business network to Gotham. From this perspective, it is really reasonable and convincing to frame the Wayne Group as their client.

If they succeed, this could be an extremely effective extortion channel.There may also be their backs in the Gotham Police Department.It's not that Moses doesn't believe in Chief Gordon, it's that the police department's internal blackness is unusual and well-known throughout the world.Mr. Director's rectification since he took office has been very effective, but there are still many fish that slip through the net.

But why do they think they can succeed?

Moses was briefly puzzled.

On the surface, Bruce Wayne is a mediocre person with no major shortcomings or advantages except that he is more diligent in changing his girlfriend.Everyone knows that he is just the mascot of the Wayne Group on the bright side. If they want to frame him for some high-end conspiracy, they must also consider the IQ of the victim and whether others believe that Master Wayne can do it.You don't expect to succumb to the evil forces if you frighten the young master a little bit, do you?That's too underestimating the nouveau riche's brains, and it's too much praise for Batman's acting skills.

In the evening of the second day, his doubts were answered.

At that time, the chairman of the Wayne Group was attending a formal business reception, accompanied by a model he had just met recently.On the way, Moses took a glass of wine, temporarily went out to the garden for the reason of breathing fresh air, and planned to find a place to pour the wine after a while, or find a way to change to another glass.All communication and entertainment went smoothly before... until a hard metal weapon suddenly stretched out against his lower back in the dim environment.

"Don't move or shout if you don't want to get hurt, young master." His female companion said softly, "Our leader wants to see you."

Moses' mind turned quickly. After a few seconds, he pretended to be shocked, his fingertips trembled, and the goblet fell aside.

"Who is your leader?" He tried his best to hide but still asked in a slightly unsteady voice.